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Post by UKWF on Sept 7, 2016 8:15:28 GMT
Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.
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Post by Skylynn Reed on Sept 16, 2016 18:26:53 GMT
A bright, sunny day in Malibu found Skylynn and Abigail Reed relaxing at a beach front cafe, the both of them sipping down their iced coffees. They dug their toes into the sand and lounged about, waiting for their “date” to join them.
Abigail Reed “He’s always late…”
Skylynn Reed “Guess the other kids are more important. “
As if on cue, their father Xander Reed plopped down at the table with them. He was in stark contrast whom were both clad in shorts and tank tops, while he wore dark black jeans and a long sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbows. He sat his glasses down on the table alongside his own drink with a warm smile.
Xander Reed “Sorry to keep you girls waitin’.”
Abigail “That’s okay, da-...”
Skylynn slammed her cup onto the table, the chilled coffee spilling over the rim.
Skylynn “That’s it, dad? A sorry? You realize I’m busy, right? You know, being a champion, with an upcoming title defense, my free time is in short supply. Drag me out here to this shitty cafe and you can’t even show up on time?”
Xander sat dumbfounded, his smile having faded into pure shock.
Skylynn “I don’t like my time being wasted. You’re almost as bad as Blaise in that department, and I say almost just because you’re my father.”
Abi sat quietly, kicking her feet through the sand, not lifting her eyes up from her half empty cup.
Xander “Are you done, Sky?”
Skylynn “Done? I’m just getting started. Piss off if you don’t like it.”
Xander took a deep breath while tapping his knuckles on the table, trying not to fall to her level.
Xander “What happened to Sky? This person sitting in front of me isn’t her.”
Skylynn “What the hell do you know about me?! You’re a washed up rock star who tries to cling to the past in hopes that you’ll have a future. You want to be a father now, because it’s all you have left. You’re a joke now, I hope you know that.”
Abi nudged her sister with an elbow, trying to get her attention.
Abigail “Maybe you should relax, Sky… He was just late for some coffee… It’s not the end of the world.”
Skylynn “No, this is just how he is. When it’s convenient for him, he’ll do something for us. He can fuck right off if he’s going to keep treating us like afterthoughts.”
Their father simply looked down, gritting his teeth.
Abigail “But he’s busy… We’re not his only kids and...”
Xander “It’s okay, Abi. Sky, I’ve never cheered for anyone but you. I’m so proud of you…
But I hope Blaise teaches you a lesson in humility.”
Without a further word, Sky rose from her seat and delivered a stiff slap to her father’s cheek. She began walking, only to turn her head back.
Skylynn “C’mon, Abi.”
Abigail “Sorry, daddy…”
She jumped up to follow her older sister without a further word. |
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Post by Skylynn Reed on Sept 16, 2016 18:28:03 GMT
I’ve been thinking long and hard the last few days. The last month, really. My scheduled title defense with Blaise Fader is rapidly approaching. She’s expecting to win, as many of you hope she does. She’s expecting me to crack a few fat jokes, maybe expecting me to tell her that she doesn’t have a chance in hell.
But I’d hate to be predictable.
I’ve been here since night damn one, and at the end of that night? I got to raise this title above my head. Since that moment, I’ve triumphed in every singles match. Sure, I had a few tag team hiccups, but let’s be real here…
If it doesn’t effect my title, I don’t care. I’m sure you’re still riding high on pinning me in that tag match. I’m sure you’re feeling pretty good after pinning Artemis in the center of the ring!
Oh, wait… You probably aren’t feeling too great after I knocked your ass out.
One kick to put you down. One brief moment and you’re out for the count. It’s not a question of if, all a matter of when. Better wrestlers than you have tried to climb to the mountaintop, only to be sent stumbling down. Look at what happened to Ursula, or Sterling. Do they even do anything anymore? Nobody cares either way. They got exposed by a “kid” from down under. A kid who everyone recognized as being real.
I’m sure that you think you’ll be different. I’m sure you think that when the final bell is rung, you’ll have your moment under the lights, with your idiot fans chanting for you, cheering for you. You’ll have tears in your eyes as the referee hands you the UKWF Championship, you’ll fall to your knees as you clutch it…
But that’s just a dreamland. The reality is, this title isn’t for you. It’s never been for you. It belongs to me. Someone like you, who kisses the asses of all the people who have the nerve to chant your name, doesn’t deserve it. You have to do whatever it takes to be champ, and you don’t have it in you. You can be stronger than me, you can be more talented than me…
You just don’t have it in you to do whatever it takes. That’s what sets us apart. I do any and everything to win. This title is all that matters to me. I’ll step on anyone to keep it. You get to join my garden as another stone on the pathway to greatness.
Enjoy it, because this is as close as you’ll ever get to it. |
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Post by Blaise Fader on Sept 17, 2016 1:32:37 GMT
… Blaise wipes off the blood that’s still streaming down her face, then shouts “Coventry Blitz!” to cheers from the crowd, signaling her finishing move. She indeed gets Juliet into an Argentine Backbreaker position, spins her around for the Powerbomb…
... and Juliet counters it into a Hurricanrana right into a pin! The ref gets there to count and completely misses Juliet holding the ropes with one hand! He counts one, two and three and Juliet immediately flees the ring as the bell rings...
The blurry feed from the camera is paused, and the camera recording it pulls away to reveal Blaise, sitting by her laptop in the dark – not in her Brixton flat, but her childhood home of Wood End.
"That was the end of my first match. Couldn’t help but watch it back again. Guess I’ve been doin’ that a lot, lately. Brings back memories, y’know? Some good, some…"
Blaise looks at the paused video on her monitor again, shuddering.
"… well, y’know. It’s a funny kind of road we walk, as wrestlers; it’s our past that defines us, makes us who we are in this business, but we can’t hold onto it for too long. You’ve seen ‘em before, the washed up-types, the old fellas who shoot on the internet over how they did things back in their day, an’ how we should be doin’ things in ours. No matter how I feel ‘bout ya now, Skylynn, I don’t wish that on either of us.
"My road might not have started the way I would’ve liked, but it’s led me all the way here: Ultimate Challenge! A match for the UKWF Championship against one of the most talented performers in the game right now. I couldn’t be more excited if I tried, fuckin’ hell!"
Blaise, however, catches herself as her voice raises, hearing stirring from outside her room; she’s sharing this house with her family, after all.
"… needless to say, there’ve been roadblocks. You, Leoni, yer go-fer with the stubble, along with a locker room’s worth of hungry badasses wantin’ to be in my spot. Sky, you’ve gone an’ harassed me – attacked me, ‘scuse me – ever since I earned my Number One Contendership. I’ve eaten Superkick after Superkick after Superkick, an’ for what? So you can feel better ‘bout yerself at the end of the night?"
Blaise looks dead-on into the camera.
"I used to think people like Juliet Black were my toughest opponents, ‘til I came into the Title scene. Then I thought it was you, an’ yer wee gang. I went home to think about what I’d do, what kind of battle I’d be fighting when that bell rings. In that time, I realized my worst enemy… myself. The worst thing I could do ‘fore this match would be to let all the underhanded shit you’ve pulled get in my head.
"Right now, that’s the biggest threat I’m facin’. At Ultimate Challenge, I have no illusions as to who’s leavin’ with the UKWF Championship." |
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Post by Blaise Fader on Sept 17, 2016 2:08:15 GMT
Righ’ then. You wanna talk about our differences? Let's talk about our differences.
You know, Sky, after all this time, I think I've finally got ya figgered out. You hurt me when you an’ yer wifey attacked me time an' time again, you hurt me when you trash talked me on social media, disparaging me, an’ week after week, I wondered why. Why did you keep tryin' to kick me while I was down? Why did you keep tryin' to take away my shot ‘fore I even got a chance to make it? You call me naive, you call me a fatty, you call me a lot more insensitive shit, and fer what? After almost every time I’ve stepped in the ring since earnin' my shot against you, I’ve been ambushed, low-blowed, kicked in the head. What was there to gain from it all?
That's when I realized… you're afraid.
Does it make you feel better about yourself? Does it make you feel stronger? I've had to contend with a lot of bullies in my time, fer me an' my five brothers. They'd push us around, they'd call us names, they'd keep us down, but it didn't mean nothin', when it came down to it. It was just fear. Sky, you’re one of the best wrestlers out there today. You took UKWF by storm in an unforgettable way. But don’t talk to me like I don’t know how professional wrestling works. I live an' breathe professional wrestling. When I first started out, yeah, I couldn’t break into the business right away, that’s true… it took time to earn the respect of my peers, earn a reaction from the crowd. But, unlike you, I never got bitter. I never let those doors slammed in my face, that shit taste of defeat, get me down, make me think that I wasn't good enough.
Not like you.
With everythin’ that’s gone down, between you an’ me... it makes me think about how we’re gonna be remembered in this business. Makes me think of our legacy – what we leave behind, in that ring, fer the folks payin’ to see us.
Sometimes you have to look at yerself in the mirror and know exactly what you are, and exactly what you want to be. Wherever they’ve put me, I've always been okay with my place on the card. I understand my role as a wrestler, as a fighter, as an entertainer, because I’m in this fer more than just fame, or glory. I believe in an idea. I believe in what UKWF stands for. You’ve got to look real hard, through all the distractions an’ doubts an’ fears that get in the way. I might have a fat ass, I might not be the busty poster-girl for women's wrestling, but I know that I've got what it takes to be a Champion. A UKWF Champion, as a matter o'fact.
Now, when I look at you again, Skylynn... all I can see is that same fear. |
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